Lan Chen’s once handsome face now had a twisted scar like a worm crawling across her forehead. The hair near the scar was thin and yellowish. The pink, turned-out flesh showed how painful that wound had once been. With her vicious look, half of Xia Lingying’s heart turned cold. She stared at Lan Chen’s face in disbelief and stepped back without knowing it.  

“You—how could you...”  

Lan Chen gave a cold laugh and squinted at Xia Lingying.